Convalesce: (v.) recovering one's health and strength over a period of time after an illness or injury.

Characters: Danny, Sam, Tucker, Jazz

Genre: Friendship/Hurt/Comfort/Humor

Rating: K+

Summary: "Err, I hit you during gym class, in the head. With a - ah, a soccer ball."

Danny woke slowly, in waves, each sense awakening at a different pace. The first thing he noticed was how heavy his limbs felt. Considering he could actually fly, it was weird, he usually felt lighter.

The second thing was the pounding in his head. A constant point of pressure at the base of his skull. It was making him dizzy and slightly nauseous all at the same time.

Hearing was next; he could hear a voice in the distance. A girl? Yes, a girl speaking to someone. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but somehow it made him feel at ease.

At last he opened his eyes and was met with a fuzzy ceiling. Fuzzy, but familiar.

"Danny! How are you feeling?"

Turning to his left, he saw Sam sitting right beside his bed, a forgotten book resting on her lap. He tried to smile at the sight of one of his best friends, but it only managed to increase the pounding in his head; even the scant amount of light shining in the window contributed to the sharp pains.

Danny winced, closing his eyes. A low groan escaped his lips, "I've been better. Besides the headache and nausea, I'm just peachy."

Tucker and Jazz approached from the other side of the room, equal smiles of relief planted on their faces.

"Dude it's good to see you awake, I thought you were going to sleep forever man."

"Tuck, uhh, what happened?"

Jazz spoke up, "Well brother, it seems you've managed to acquire a concussion, caused by an ordinary knock to the head. You've been sleeping for about 4 hours now, the nurse said it would be best to take you home to sleep and monitor for any abnormal symptoms in case we should take you to the hospital."

Sam snorted with a grin, "Don't be off put by her cold attitude Danny, Jazz was acting like a little mother hen the whole time you were out."

"Mmm," Tucker added, winking in Jazz's direction, "She was just worried. Older sibling's prerogative and all."

"The older sibling in question is standing right here!" Jazz stated in angry huff, crossing her arms.

Danny watched the three banter between each other, as a sense of calm hung in the air. It was comforting to have the people he cared about most worry over him, but they never did answer his question.

"Guys?" he asked slowly, "How did I hit my head?"

The three teens at his bedside quieted instantly, looking back and forth at each other with sneaky glances.

"Err," Sam started, looking guilty, "I hit you during gym class, in the head. With a - ah, a soccer ball. I'm sorry Danny, it was an accident!"

But he only smiled sleepily back at her, reaching out a hand to place over hers.

"It's okay Sam, I forgive you. I don't think the injuries were fatal, but I can't say for the state of my ego."

Her lips lifted at his words and she squeezed his hand in return. As his eyes began to droop wearily, the other three decided to let him sleep in peace. Sam squeezed his hand once more, proceeding to get up and follow Tucker out of the bedroom. Jazz was the last to leave, but not before swiftly pushing his long bangs out of his face and kissing him on the forehead.

She pulled back and also made her way towards the door, halting for just a moment to whisper, "I'm glad you're okay Danny," into the room.

Nearing sleep, Danny heard the door finally close and grinned, settling in for a long, needed nap.